Harry Potter and the quick snog

Chapter two

Just borrowing JK Rowling's characters for a little of fun. No money is to be made of this.

As soon as Harry had taken a step back, Luna had taken two steps forward, placing her within an inch of him. Looking up into his green eyes, her baby blues sparkled with an undefined light. Harry just stood there transfixed for a moment, forgetting all but intense feelings that were emerging from within his self.

'So?' she asked in a whisper, 'does the famous Gryffindor courage accept a Ravenclaw challenge?' she gave him a quirky little smile as an encouragement.

'I don't know, Luna. What am I supposed to do for your experiment?' He wasn't about to sign a blank check, even if it was Luna issuing the challenge. He wanted to know what he was walking into.

'Oh! It's quite simple, really. You just need to pucker up and do your best. I get to grade you afterward...' she informed him in her most clinically sounding voice. Harry just stared at her, a bit dumbfounded by the situation.

'Are you barking or what? I don't want to get graded about that... Go ask Ron, I'm sure he'd be willing to help.' Even Seamus, Dean or Neville for that matter, Harry thought to himself. This was the weirdest moment he had ever had with Luna, and that was saying much.

'Harry, you'd be helping me tremendously. It's only one little kiss, nothing more, nothing less.' Luna stressed once more. She wasn't about to go away without at least a promise.

Grabbing his broom that was hovering next to him, he placed it between himself and the Ravenclaw girl, thus putting some kind of physical barrier. It wasn't much, but it was the best he could muster at the moment.

Not deterred in any way, Luna simply took one of Harry's hands and placed on her chest, right above her heart. 'Do you feel my heart pounding?' she asked simply.

Harry felt his own heart drop down and quickly bounce back up. His face became hot and flushed again, his hand felt her warmth and a slow thudding underneath his palm.

'Luna, please... this is embarrassing. If a professor sees us like this, we'll be in detention for the next fortnight.' He quickly scanned the area for anyone that may be witnessing this moment.

'Harry Potter, you big chicken! I asked you a question. Do you or do you not feel my heart pounding?' she asked with a note of impatience, her eyes fixed on his.

Harry felt cornered and her calling him a chicken didn't help him at all. Snatching his hand away, he pulled back, running a nervous hand through his hair. She was a determined girl, he thought fleetingly. This situation was leaving quite flustered. Rather than have a scene with her, he finally said, 'yea...yea, I did feel it thud. What about it?'

She smiled as she stepped toward him again. 'Was it fast or slow?'

'Huh? What do you mean by that?' he retorted with a frown.

'Was my heartbeat fast or slow?' she replied with a gentle roll of her eyes, taking another step toward him.

'I don't know.' he gulped out, 'slow, I guess.'

She nodded her head, pouting as she thought for a moment. But then, another smile touched her lips and she asked, 'do I make you feel nervous when I'm near you... like this.' She took another step and her forms collided with his.

Harry almost jumped out of his skin, feeling a bit hot now. This was getting too personal for his taste. 'Luna, please, I can't think when you're near like this. I... I... ' He stuttered in embarrassment. His feelings were in utter turmoil by now and he couldn't stop himself from trying to at least touch her somehow. Male libido and all.

With a tentative hand, he gently grasped her waist with one hand as his other hand pulled the broomstick away. Once the broom was removed, his right hand slid forward to grab the other side of her waist. 'Luna, this is not supposed to be... but I can't resist it. Do you know what I mean?'

Luna beamed up at him, clearly happy with the turn in events. This is what she had expected in a way, but it was way better than what the other girls of Ravenclaw had told her. The feeling of warm male hands around her waist was quite pleasant and rather enticing. She could feel the burgeoning feeling of warmth and a dizzying effect it gave her. So this is what they were talking about.

'I think I do, Harry, I think I do. It's very nice and cosy, in a certain way. Do you mind kissing me now?' she asked softly, the warmth within her breast growing faster than she expected. Conflicting thoughts of love, friendship, closeness and a raging want, were fogging her brain in soft pastel colours. She wanted to be kissed senseless and everything else about her little experiment was soon forgotten.

Harry, on the other hand, was fighting a valiant war within himself. He knew he wanted to snog with her, but some other part of his self wanted much more. But a tiny part of his boy-brain was screaming to him that this was still Luna Lovegood. She was still the oddest girl of their year and he had never had any kind of amorous inclinations for her. But, as all wars, one side had to win.

Without another word, his head came down, his lips meeting hers. A bit clumsily at first, mind you, but they soon got the hang of it. Hands felt around feverishly, feeling each other's back, face, shoulders and neck. The feelings were quite heady and incredibly over-powering.

Her lips were soft and pliant under his, making him lose any notion of breaking away. A soft mewling noise reached his ears as she settled her arms around his neck, trying to get even closer. This, of course, made him even more eager to move on and discover more delights.

After what seemed like an eternity, they had to eventually come up for air. As their lips separated, their eyes met again, wondering how the other felt about what had just happened.